A Fae, A Faun and a Human

[Philomel]

The huge black, gorgeous stallion began to slow, and Philomel threw herself off the back of it. Racing up the gangplank, now fully clothed and loaded with weaponry she marched straight forth. Those members of the crew who were eager for the early light scattered as they came into her path. Concerned looks, lips parting, they murmured as they recognised her determination and vivacity.

The need to get done what it was that drove her.

Up here.

She was sent a very clear image of the figurehead of the ship. Gently it swayed up and down and a small fair-haired man-child stood unsure behind it. Behind was the proud stature of Maverik, a being not to be underestimated. She had stayed guard with the young man for the past good few hours, shadowing him along with Veridian. Where the earth-spirit was the gentle, amusing kind, she was more a bodyguard - ever presence and willing to be imposing.

Running up the stairs Philomel for a moment forgot about Storm until she turned back. She could see him just getting off Attila, eyebrows rising.

"Up here," she repeated Veridian's words.

She gestured to where the fox, the fae and the warrior were already, bared against the life of the sea.

Then she raced, hooves thumping on the wood. Up onto the upper deck she went over to where Fenn was looking pale and stormed over. She reached out and took the boy's shoulder and turned him around. It was a forced movement, but one that needed to be done, in her mind. All she was, all of her instincts and desires of motherhood pounded through her body, calling her protect this small man. Though she knew him to be older, her maternal sound still rang wild bells because he looked so young.

Bending down on one knee she looked seriously into his eyes.

"Who did this to you?"